</>I change everything,
my hair,
shoes,
clothes,
none of it satisfies you.
I'm not who I used to be anymore,
because of you,
because of you,
because of you,
the more I think of it,
the less sense it makes.
I thought you were my friend,
obviously not.
I thought we could be cool,
talk things out,
I don't even want to walk up the same stairs as you.
They say keep your friends close; and your enemies closer.
I guess thats why your here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if someone really loves you they will not try to change you. the moment they try to is the moment there love becomes conditional. there is a thin line between love and hate and i think you have found it. very expressive thanks for sharing.